Arizona weekly enterprise., 1887-04-16
A LITTLE BLUE GLOVE.

"Ohl J can never forget it; never, never, neyerr' cried Milicent, raptur- ously, yet with pathetic ring in her sweet, clear young voice. "It has been too delicious, too like 8 chapter out of the Arabian Nights. felt exactly like Cinderella in the fairy books. One evening of light and splendor; one de- licious waltz with a partner who seemed absolutely to float on wings; one glimpse of that great. palm crowded conservatory, with the arched glass roof and tho festoons of colored lamps! Wasn't it nice of Eleanor to lend me her blue Crepe dress and satin shoes, and the old set of sapphires that came down to the family from nobody knows whol And now-oh, yes, the lights are out, and the ball bouquet faded, and it's ten o'clock of snowy December day, and if I don't make haste l shall lose the train that's to carry me away from such things for sverl Oh, dearl oh, deari why can't we live in fairy-land alwaysP"
 "Because," Eleanor Garthwaite sol emnly made answer, ''it is not in the nature of things"
 But Millicent dreamed of that one glittering ocll as she train sped past Kentish Town and Highgate, snd flew shrieking OF it's way to the north. She meyer had been to ball before, she probably never would see one again. Now she smiled to herself as she re- membered how she had let her partner keep one of her little blue gloves-''As 8 souvenir" he had declared, laugh fngly.
 f'But he didn't know that was going away so soon" said Millicent, signing a little. "That it was my last appearance on any stage south of the Border. 1 wonder how many nights he will look out for me at the opera and at the balls and Sotres and receptions before he gives me up? It was nicel And how divinely he waltzed! Cecil Grieve-it is such pretty name, too. Well, goodbye, CecilH'-with a wave of her hand toward the Babylon of to- day.-'I shall never see you again"
 For Millicent was going to m alto gether new life from that which she had led since her widowed mothers death, four years before, had left her so destitute that she was glad to &C., cept the post of assistant-governess at the fashionable Brighton school where she had been educated. Four years of sights and drudgery had passed SO, then came letter from her mothers uncle, offering to provide for her future if she chose to accept the somewhat rough shelter of his home, border farm, whereon he reared horses, and led bachelor life.
 The offer was kindly made, if in un- polished language, and Millicent had heard from her mother that Angus Carlyle had had no share in the arrangement that had made her 9 stranger to her family. She accepted the offer thankfully. almost gladly, and on her way to Scotland had stayed one night in London, and had been to a ball in her old school-fellow's new blue crepe dress. If she had descended into the Valley of Diamonds with Sinbad the Sailor, or gone behind the scenes in a fairy extravaganza, the scene could not have been newer or moro de- lightful to her.
 '1t's an experience" said Millicent; "Tll put it down in my diary, with my first lover, my wedding. my first glimpse of the sea"
 And all that weary journey, when the train seemed to oscillate along the fat plains, with never-resting persist ency, she closed her eyes to think over the lights and the palm trees, the swaying strains of the band, and the scent of the gardenia in Cecil Grieve's button-hole.
 Uncle Angus was tall, bearded man, with grizzled hair, weather beaten face. and a coat which looked as if it hadn't been brushed in a twelyemonth. He kissed his niece, helped her into rickstty vehicle, and drove away through the snow to a plain, grey-stone farmhouse, where there was fire as big as a black smithy, and dinner of half raw steak and scorched potatoes.
 Millicent was at first little dis mayed at the rough aspect of things in general, but after very few days they wore a much different appearance un- der her management; and when sum- mer came, the old farmhouse had been transformed into bright little home, all aglow with the tokens of woman 8 presence. To be sure it was lonely ronnafiras hut hafore lonu sha orevv